Wednesday, January 31, 2018

I know it's been a while since I've done a post. Life is very busy for me right now. However, with the new year I'm planning on doing at least one post per month, more if I can fit them in. This month I want to share a new adult coloring page. Since I write romance I thought this new coloring page would be a nice fit. Also with Valentine's Day coming up, well who can resist romance? Not me that's for sure!

Please don't hesitate to send me your colored versions at rjacksonjoseph@gmail.com, I'd love to see them! And feel free to pass the word that there's a new adult coloring page here and share the link! Enjoy!

Summer love is summer love, no matter the planet. Climb aboard your
spacecraft or time machine and travel across time and space with these
thirteen tales of love on beaches in the future and among the stars.

Cara McKinnon – “The Pirates and the Pacifist”Kai doesn’t believe in violence. Sam and Dek believe the ends justify the
means. Will passion be enough to bridge the gap between the pacifist sent to
broker galactic peace and the space pirates hired to keep him away at all
costs?

Mary Rogers – “Breakfast on Pluto”Doing the right thing isn’t always what’s best—but sometimes it pays
off. A chance meeting of two people unaware of their destiny with each
other results in a bond too difficult to break, but even duty has its
boundaries. Will love help them break free—and will love be enough?

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Blurb:There's no Heaven . like Hell.Faced with losing Pandora Productions as well as her best friend Rebecca to the smarmy Paul, savvy film executive Debbie makes a pact with the demon Shaker, agreeing to bind herself to him as his human master in return for killing Paul and securing Pandora’s future. Yet even as Pandora gains accolades and renown, Debbie’s strong resolve begins to crumble under the weight of her actions. And the pleasure she finds in Shaker’s arms is becoming more than sex.Is Debbie doomed to lose her heart as well as her soul to a demon who has only been waiting for the chance to claim both?Excerpt:

“What good is having a
demon if you can’t do anything about a hangover?” Debbie said crossly, fixing
her hair in the mirror. Shaker stood behind her leaning against the doorjamb,
watching.

“Need I go over Hell’s
position on suffering again?” Shaker replied drolly. “If you’d let me join the
party, I’d have watched over you and made sure you paced yourself—”

“Okay, enough,” Debbie
said, holding up her palm. She put the final touches on her hair, then turned
to him. “What do we do now?”

“Take my hand,” Shaker
said, offering his.

Debbie took it. A second
later, they were in her office. “Awesome,” she said, turning to the demon. “Can
you do this every morning and evening?”

“Yes,” Shaker said,
annoyed. “But sooner or later someone will observe us. I’d recommend
teleporting only for special occasions. Besides, it takes a good deal of
energy—”

“You teleport yourself
everywhere, and come to my house to spend the night every evening,” Debbie said
pointedly. “I don’t think it would take that much energy to stop and pick me up
first.”

Shaker rolled his eyes.
“I’m feeling married. When am I going to get the perks as well as the
responsibilities, Mistress?”

“When I forgive you for
withholding info,” Debbie said smoothly. “If Hell is so big on punishments, it
should enjoy my punishing you. Be here at six.”

Shaker growled in
displeasure, then disappeared.

Sheila walked in. “Dante
is here in the conference room. Giorgio is with him, unofficially representing
you. Are you ready?”

Debbie nodded.

They walked down the hall
to the large room. Dante was there with a lawyer and what looked like a
bodyguard.

“I have a video that shows
you giving Rebecca and Paul a bottle of wine,” Dante said. “It shows my father
drinking some, and then beginning to choke.” He paused, expectant. “Can you
guess what it shows next?”

Nothing, Shaker said in Debbie’s
mind. Because demons do not show up on media. We appear as a blurry figure,
or blackish smoke. He has nothing.

“No,” Debbie said
triumphantly. “Why don’t you tell me?”

The certainty in Dante’s
eyes flickered. “It shows my father writhing in pain, and you keeping Rebecca
from helping him. Rebecca hits her head on a table, and goes down. Then it
shows him missing and you running out of the room.”

“Because that is exactly
what happened,” Debbie said confidently. “I told the police all of that. Paul
was acting crazy. He struck Rebecca a glancing blow and she fell. While I was
seeing to her, he ran out of the room. When I determined that Rebecca wasn’t in
danger, I went for help.”

“Why didn’t you call 911?”
the lawyer asked. “There is a phone on your desk, Ms. Deal. Why leave the room
at all?”

“Because I panicked,” Debbie replied. “I
also knew that there was at least one person at the party that knew CPR. Part
of Rebecca’s skull was crushed in. I wanted to get someone to help her. I was
afraid she’d lose consciousness.”

“But that isn’t accepted
First Aid procedure,” the lawyer said. “The procedure is to call 911, then
begin CPR.”

Giorgio spoke up. “Listen,
you two bit hack,” he said politely. “Either charge her with something
officially through the police, or get out of here. Ms. Deal is neither a
licensed First Aid responder, nor is she a volunteer EMT. We have no
requirement at Pandora for employees not designated as such to know any CPR
procedures. Ms. Deal acted perfectly normal in a terrible situation.”

“We have the tape,” Dante
said confidently. “That’s evidence.”

“It is evidence that what
Debbie says happened really did happen. You have nothing, Dante, or you
wouldn’t be here talking to us, the police would.” Giorgio
stood up. “Unless
you want to make an apology to Debbie, this meeting is over.”

Dante glared at Debbie.
“I’ll get you before this is all over, you bitch.” He stalked out, followed by
his lawyer.

Giorgio turned to Debbie.
“What I told him was all true. I don’t think you have to worry about Dante
charging you. He’s got nothing. But I’m going to put you in touch with a friend
of mine, Mr. Catarella. If Dante does actually file charges, he can represent
you.”

“Thanks, Giorgio,” Debbie
said gratefully. She and Sheila walked back to her office, closing the door
after them.

“Well,” Debbie said,
sitting down in her chair. “Give me the status report. How is Pandora?”

“Flush with cash,
hopefully, at 10am today,” Sheila said happily. “Once we have that, we can
resume filming on both Absolution and Smoke and Ashes.
The furlough was good in one aspect: Jett Black is recovering very well, and is
out of his cast. He should be able to do the rest of his own scenes with no
needed stunt doubles.”

“Good. How about Hell’s Gate?”

“Ready to debut the last
week of this month,” Sheila said happily. “The new rating is all signed and
sealed.”

“Any new news?” Debbie prodded. “I
know we don’t have any cash yet to acquire more scripts, but are there any you
were looking at?”

“Not yet, though the
writer for Smoke and Ashes is hard at work on a sequel. And I do have
some good actor news. The priest I hired for Smoke and Ashes is just
wonderful. He had a few months of pastoral schooling before he left that behind
to become an actor. He’s a wealth of information.” Sheila’s tone became
tentative. “I know that we have him dying at the end of Smoke and Ashes
at the hands of one of the bad guys as another inspiration for the hero to keep
fighting the good fight. But now I’m wondering if we shouldn’t leave him badly
wounded and unconscious in a hospital or something, so he could come back for
the sequel.”

Debbie considered various
ideas, then snapped her fingers. “Or maybe as a ghost?”

Saturday, November 12, 2016

Sarelle’s return to her loved ones brings a brief
measure of solace, even as she mourns all that changed in her absence. Rene’s
presence and Sar’s pact with Shaker add as much tension as comfort, as the
delicate balance of Sar’s life threatens to collapse under the weight of all
she endured as Michael’s prisoner. Determined to reclaim her life, Sar fights
back, inadvertently sparking Danial’s memory as an unseen ancient enemy
prepares to strike a fatal blow.

Excerpt:

Lash was opening wound after wound on his
attacking vampire with every stroke of his whip, but it was still on its feet,
darting after him, hissing, its fangs bared, healing almost as fast as he hurt
it. The other vampire was circling him, Lash’s knife clutched in one hand,
ready to strike at the first opening.

Suddenly, Lash wrapped his whip around a
huge painting with a snap of his wrist, and pulled it down. It splintered over
the armed vampire’s head, knocking him down, though it didn’t let go of the
knife. Lash was on him, a shattered table leg in his hand. With a snarling
hiss, he drove it into the vampire’s chest, even as the other grabbed hold of
him. The staked vampire let out a breath to scream and dropped the knife, even
as Lash turned to punch the other vampire in the teeth, breaking one of his
fangs.

The staked vampire was trying with
blood-slick hands to pull out the stake, but Lash decapitated him with a blow
to the throat with his blade, severing his head, blood spurting out. Lash
cleaned his knife on the dead vampire’s clothes, and got to his feet, still
only in his underwear. The broken fang vampire backed away, until he was in
front of the one holding me.

“Come and get me, Lash,” the vampire holding me hissed. “And see
what happens!”

Lash started for us, but another vampire
erupted from the shadows, grabbing hold of him. I watched in fear as it sank
its fangs into his neck and began to drink. Lash snarled in pain, bared his own
fangs, and sank them into the vampire’s hand. The feeding vampire tore his
fangs out of Lash with a scream and tried to pull away, fighting hard as he
began to shake. Lash shoved backward into him, knocking them both to the floor
and kept biting for another few seconds before he abruptly let go.

Lash sprang to his feet and stalked toward us. The bitten vampire
stayed down, now convulsing.

“You want some of that?” Lash hissed in fury. “You’re getting some
either way, Fuckface. Let her

go. I’ll give you a head start, if you let her
go now.”

The vampires both hissed, backing away
with me towards the door as Lash advanced. Abruptly, the vampire holding me let
go and began convulsing. He fell to the floor, his back bent almost double as
he screeched his lungs out. With a deafening crackle of energy, the vampire in
front of us also went to his knees, his hair alight at the ends, his eyes
melting as he scrabbled at them with his fingers, unseeing.

Rene was behind me, sparks of energy still
running through her hands. “He’s dead,” she said calmly. “They both are. A few
more jerks, and that’ll be it. Are you okay, Sister?”

Tara Fox Hall's writing credits include nonfiction, erotica,
horror, suspense, action-adventure, children's stories, and contemporary and
historical paranormal romance. She is the author of the paranormal fantasy Lash
series and the paranormal romantic drama Promise Me series. Tara divides her
free time unequally between writing novels and short stories, chainsawing
firewood, caring for stray animals, sewing cat and dog beds for donation to
animal shelters, and target practice. All of her published children's stories
to date are free reads onwww.childrens-stories.net.

Sunday, December 20, 2015

In a small village over the mountains surrounding Kyoto, the villagers prepare for an annual tradition. All seems to go well until the village is stormed and all the inhabitants are taken prisoner, except one. Simple village girl, Osei, finds herself alone in the misty mountains on her way to the city. A run in with a near death experience brings her to Kilik, an extremely powerful samurai who vows to keep her safe. Their ventures pull them both into a war beyond imagination, and Osei finds herself gradually transforming into something that she grew up to fear...a samurai.

Excerpt:

“Do
you need assistance, girl?” he asked, with a smile.

“No, thank you, that won’t be
necessary...boy.” I chuckled. I thought this gesture would get me into trouble,
but he just chuckled back and moved over toward me.

“Allow me,” he said. As I was
expecting him to take my hand, he picked me up to carry me in his arms.

“Wow, the hands on approach...” I
said. I thought with remarks like this I was sending him a bad first
impression, but strangely he seemed to enjoy my humour. He then set me down on
the other side, and then moved back over to where he was stood before.

“My name is Kilik,” he said after
picking his spear up off the stony ground.

“I’m Osei,” I said with a smile.

“Pretty...” he said. He seemed more fixated
on me than the conversation as his eyes were looking me up and down, though strangely
this did not make me feel uncomfortable.

“Thank my father...” I sighed. “Sadly,
that isn’t at all possible. I don’t think my parents are alive”

“I share your feeling,” he said,
hanging his head. “I too have lost someone close to me...I look to the stars
every night and hope she is safe.”

“Would that be an old love?” I asked
curiously. His expression turned from sadness to anger, and his fists clenched
and began to shake.

“No...” he sighed, taking a deep
breath to calm down. “Love is a matter I would rather not discuss. My heart is
too fragile at this point in time.”

“I’m sorry,” I said softly. He stayed
silent and regained his calm state of mind.

“So answer me this...” he began, his
tone sounded one of great interest. “What is a helpless girl like you doing
wandering around this time of night...especially around a place like this?”

“I’m on my way to Kyoto,” I said. “I have no exact destination.
Besides the White Tiger spirit will keep me safe on my journey.”

“The White Tiger spirit?” he tittered.
“The only thing residing in these mountains is me. To be honest if this spirit
did exist, it didn’t do a very good job back there dealing with those thugs!”

“I guess you are right,” I sighed,
glancing down at the floor in embarrassment.

“Well, I could escort you there, but
after we arrive we go our separate ways. I will only bring you danger...of the
worst kind.” he said. He gave me a look of concern which made me feel much
safer with him. Not taking into consideration what he just told me, I hastily
nodded.

“We should set out as soon as
possible,” I said while checking my surroundings “This place makes me feel
uneasy”

“As you wish...Osei,” he smiled and
escorted me to the nearest tree line.

About Craig Kimber:

Start of Career: I started writing as a hobby at the beginning of February 2011, and my love for samurai stories led me to begin writing "The Rose Warriors: Uprising." Originally named "The Five Rose Warriors," its main influence was the video game, "Way of the Samurai." When playing the game I found that a single samurai building a faction to take down a vast empire was simply exhilarating, so I decided that I need to make that my aim. The story started as a simple village girl learning to be a samurai, but the idea just wasn't special enough. I asked myself "What will make this book different to every other book I have read?" So I did some research and I found that there were hardly any stories written about the historic fall of the samurai, which the movie "The Last Samurai (Tom Cruise)" is revolved around.

After the first four chapters I let my friend read it, and I was told it was the best story he had ever read. I passed it around to get some further opinions, and I was asked every time "What happens next?" with the upmost enthusiasm. I thought up some ideas for how to make the story different to every other samurai rebellion story, so I called upon another genre passion, fantasy. I took the end of the samurai era, and transformed it into a war filled with magic and supernatural beings.

I spent every single night coming up with ideas of how to make it better and all I could think about while living life was the story, and it was from that moment I discovered my calling was to make a living of my newfound passion. More ideas for stories started to fill my head and began to make plans for future novels, including the sequel to "Uprising," "Revival."